He didn't want to believe that Xu Zhiru would deceive him.
He would rather believe that all this was Ning Nanxue's conspiracy.
Fu Chen left the hospital.
Back in the office, he leaned back in his chair tiredly and closed his eyes.
Ning Nanxue's figure could not be erased from his mind.
Fu Chen felt even more irritated.
He picked up the bottle of wine on the table and took a big gulp.
The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't quench the annoyance in his heart.
As night falls, the lights come on.
Fu Chen came to the bar alone.
Deafening music, blurry flashing lights, and noisy crowds.
All this made him feel even lonelier, and he drank drink after drink, trying to numb himself and escape reality.
The alcohol gradually paralyzed his nerves, and he began to talk nonsense and recall the past.
Recalling every little detail of his past with Ning Nanxue.
Inside the bar, heavy metal music was deafening and colorful light balls were spinning randomly.
Fu Chen occupied a booth in the corner by himself, with a pile of tilted wine bottles in front of him.
His eyes were blurry, his tie was loose, and his shirt was wrinkled. How could he look like a CEO?
"Ning Nanxue..."
Tongue-tied, he called out the name again.
The voice was slurred, thick with the smell of alcohol and lingering resentment.
"Bitch!"
He slammed the table so hard that the wine glass jumped up and spilled the wine all over the table.
The people around looked sideways and cast disgusted glances.
Fu Chen was completely unaware and was still talking to himself.
"It's all your fault! You're the one who caused me all this!"
He pointed at the air, as if Ning Nanxue was standing right in front of him.
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